Flying Cars Are Finally Going to Be a Thing
Chicago is certainly not Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood, but I’ve never been the kind of guy who walks around looking for trouble.
That's the kind of genius that Quentin is.
I gave the car to my older sister, and she kept it in her garage in Wisconsin for 10 years. When I got it back, it had flat tires, and rats had eaten its interior.
I’d love to have a hot sauce empire.